Case History 12: A Stepdaughter Sexual Relationship
When Andrea Bronson was only five her father was killed in an automobile accident. From that date onward, Andrea's mother dedicated herself to keeping her husband's memory alive for their child.
Andrea's fondest memories were those that concerned her father, for he was a good parent and his life with the family had been happy. After his death, Mrs. Bronson began the habit of sitting on the edge of Andrea's bed when the girl was ready to retire, and telling her stories about her father. He had been an adventuresome man. There were many stories to tell: stories of Mr. Bronson working in the steaming jungles of South America, mining in the far North, on a construction crew in Iran, of his adventures in many corners of the world where he was a soldier of fortune, an instructor at a flying school, a driver of experimental racing cars, an assistant trainer of wild African animals, and a very genuine hero of World War II who won one of the nation's highest awards. He was indeed an all-around hero.
Andrea loved the stories that her mother told so vividly. It made her father seem alive for a little while. Sometimes she suspected her mother of exaggerating the stories of her father's adventures, but usually there was some evidence to give validity to the woman's claims.
Mrs. Bronson usually interlocked tales of family happiness with the adventure stories of her husband. Again and again Andrea heard how they had been so happy together, how they were a devoted family, how loyal and true and kindly her father had always been. In the stories about him, Mr. B. was made to appear as a man without a flaw. (Years later, in therapy, Andrea told her therapist, "I wondered how any man could be so perfect. I knew it wasn't possible. So then I wondered why my mother worked so hard at making him seem that way. I wondered who she was trying to fool, or if she was trying to fool herself, too.")
The bedtime stories of Mr. Bronson's exploits continued through the years, even after Andrea had entered high school. The results of the stories had many effects, among them the creation of Andrea as somewhat of a perfectionist when it came to people. No one seemed quite good enough to Andrea. Or for Andrea. She snubbed boys and girls in her school who seemed less than she desired in friends. She was often outright rude to adults who displayed flaws. And she was this way with her mother, too, for the woman could not herself live up to the post-reputation she had created of her late husband. She lacked the excitement and passion for living that her husband seemed to have possessed during his lifetime. Andrea was quick to realize this and she did not refrain from showing her lack of respect for her mother.
At fifteen, Andrea was an attractive girl, beautifully built and always well groomed. She did well in school but was not especially popular with her peers. Many of them considered Andrea a "snob."
It came as a terrible shock to Andrea when one day her mother announced that she had started to see a gentleman friend; a co-worker where Mrs. Bronson worked as a clerk. Andrea was horrified. She wondered how her mother, so devoted to the memory of her husband, could now, suddenly, begin dating a man.
"You're getting older, dear," the mother explained. "Everyone needs someone even me. And it doesn't mean that I don't still cherish the memory of your father."
Another shock that Andrea was not prepared for was the continuance of the hero-bedtime-stories. It seemed somehow disloyal that the mother should continue with the stories. But it had already become an ingrained ritual of their life and they did not discontinue that which was so very familiar and comfortable to them.
Just before Andrea was to turn seventeen, her mother married. Andrea was overwhelmed by the news. And she was even more overwhelmed when after the wedding, the groom moved into the home that had been left them by Andrea's father, the mother insisted upon continuing the stories of her first husband's adventures. It seemed the worst kind of deception to Andrea. And it continued to seem to be that when her mother explained that her new husband, Rick, didn't mind at all that she kept the memory of Mr. Bronson alive, both for herself and for the child of that union.
Andrea soon became very critical of her new stepfather. It became apparent to him, and to Andrea's mother, that the child was comparing the new man in the house to her real father. Naturally, he could not compare, not by any standards, for Andrea had years of manufactured images by which all other men were compared. No one could make a favorable comparison.
During this time, Andrea also showed signs of great hostility toward her mother and stepfather. Sometimes she argued violently with them. And always, the parents backed down; Andrea would win her point and that which she wanted. It never failed.
And then an abrupt change came to Andrea's attitude toward her stepfather. She became fond of him, inordinately fond, it seemed. The parents were delighted. Family harmony was the dream of their lives. Now they would have it, it seemed.
But something notorious was bubbling within the subconscious of the young girl. She had developed a pose-r that of friendliness and fondness for her stepfather for the sole purpose of showing him up as a fraud and making her mother seem the true idiot the girl thought her to be. Andrea had worked out a devilish scheme.
Andrea prompted the attentions of Rick, her stepfather. She asked him to teach her to play tennis and they spent a lot of time together at the country club and upon the tennis courts there. And at every opportunity whenever they were together, Andrea did not miss any opportunity to make bodily contact with the middle-aged man. She was not a novice in the ways of romance; she dated, was popular and had, at the early age of fifteen, "fucked" with a neighborhood boy. Since that time she had felt the! stabbing of many youthful cocks to her juicy pussy.
Andrea started acting more and more seductively toward her stepfather. Her mother thought that it was "cute," a sure sign of the togetherness of their little family. And Rick thought it was nice, too. Very nice. There is strong evidence that he did not in the least mind the pats of his stepdaughter's body against his own. In fact, he looked forward to any such contact.
On one particular Friday evening that found Andrea's mother away from the house for a weekend in answer to a long-distance call informing her of her brother's illness, Rick seemed especially gay, particularly when Andrea noted that it was the first time he and his wife had been separated for a night since their marriage she had thought a man of such devotion would be sad in his wife's absence. But he was not. He was gay. So was Andrea. And, to add to the festive mood of the evening, Rick asked Andrea if she would like to go to a night club with him see an honest-to-goodness floor show.
"I'd love it," she said. "But you have to give me a chance to shower and dress first."
Rick was happy to give her that necessary time. Time wasn't important, for, as it developed, they were many hours delayed arriving at the night club Rick had chosen as the place for his stepdaughter's entertainment.
Andrea had hurried with her shower. Her hair was bound in a towel and so was her body as she left the bathroom. She paused in the hallway. She had heard something. She knew it was footsteps and that they belonged to her stepfather. She wasn't in the least surprised. She was delighted. It saved her making another occasion during the night that would allow the fucking she had planned.
Rick walked directly to her, looking a little drunk, although he had not been drinking. He kissed her hard: Andrea returned his kiss harder still. He removed the towel from his stepdaughter's body. They moved to the bedroom. Andrea was the first to reach the bed. She stretched long and sensually before the figure of Rick as he busied his fingers with his own undressing.
Rick lowered himself to the bed and went to the child in a rush of giving of himself. He brought his cock into a slam against her cunt mound, pushing and driving with a passionate force. Andrea met his cock blows and surpassed his sexual intensity, for she was filled with titanic emotions, sensations that had been many years coming, for they were made of dreams and fantasies and stories of her first father. And as she fucked with her stepfather, she smiled, knowing that no man not the first father or this present one was perfect, that they all had flaws. She was very happy that she was able to uncover the fraud that had been given her throughout her life, the fraud that was the infallibility of men.